"When she sees me, my mother will definitely ask why Yaoyao didn't come." Almost every time she came to visit her mother, the two siblings were together. In fact, in the more than ten years before Yan Chuyao left, they
They are always inseparable, and there is rarely a moment of separation.
In recent years, no matter how much Yan Ying misses her mother, she has refrained from visiting her. This is precisely why.
Although his beautiful mother is weak in appearance, simple and optimistic under her father's overprotective desire, this does not mean that she is stupid. On the contrary, she is a master in disguise and mechanics.
How could a woman be so easily deceived by appearances as ordinary women?
She didn't say it because she was considerate and didn't want her husband and children to worry more about her.
Relatives who knew him well could never see her wisdom clearly because of this, so they had the trouble of wanting to reunite but not being able to see each other.[
Yan Xi's answer was always simple, "You can leave without seeing me."
He tyrannically deprived his son of his rights, and he was not allowed to appear in front of Tao Xiaowei until he got his daughter back. Anyway, after so many years of getting together and being away from each other, Weiwei had long been used to it. Even in the capital, Yan
There are many excuses to explain why the win didn't come, which is better than having things go wrong.
Yan Ying lowered his face and blurted out, "Old man, you are too domineering. She is your wife and my mother, why don't you let me see her?"
"Oh!" Yan Xi responded without being angry, "Old rules?"
"Then come on!" Yan Ying swept away the compromise he had just made, and jumped a long way back, ready for the challenge.
The fight has begun?!
Yan Rong's eyes lit up, he stepped on the ground, and landed lightly on the beam. He looked down from above to watch the drama of father and son fighting. I really miss him. I haven't seen him for many years.
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In just one stick of incense, a fleeting moment passes.
All the bones in Yan Ying's body seemed to be broken. He lay limply on the ground, shaped like a rag doll, without the strength to move.